The Shattered// E.D G.D

Karoke nights

<Pretty Face- Public>

Do you know her?
The girl that looks to you
And would you love her
The way that she loved you?

< Sometimes- Goth Babe>

I've got my heart on backwards I spend my only days with you
I've got my dreams standing tall I wonder if she has a clue
Sometimes I wanna know what you're thinking about

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"CAN YOU SHUT UP?" I glared at Ethan as he smirked, rubbing his stomach that he stuffed a pillow under his shirt to make him look pregnant.

"But demon babies are real!" He cackled as I rolled my eyes.

"You're an ass. I wish you could just go back to be silent and brooding again!" I barked as he scoffed.

"Y'know, all the girls at school wishes they could hear my beautiful beautiful voice and only one troll gets to hear it, you troll." He said, tossing the pillow to the side. The more I've known Ethan, the more I've realized how cocky he is.

He acts like he's in love with himself most of the time, but sometimes when he doesn't notice when we're rarely quiet, I see the storm in his head roaring. I'm not sure why, but I know the act of loving himself that much is all play. I would never admit this to him, but I think he pretends to love himself, even though he might actually not.

There was a fine when I heard him say, "I hate myself" underneath his breath when we were in the hallway when he makes a mistake on counting his books. When he said it, he smiled jokingly, but I didn't see his eyes light up like usual. That's when I came to the conclusion he's hiding he might actually not be that in love with himself like he acts.

Sometimes I just want to know what Ethan's thinking. I want to know what's going through his head.

"Hey, Mrs. Danes," Justin's voice came echoing through the halls as Ethan's small smile turned into a scowl.

"What the hell is Justin doing here?" He growled as I shrugged, not knowing myself.

"He knows I'm studying with you right now, I don't know why he would show up," I said, standing up from my desk chair and walking towards my bedroom door.

"Although we're not doing much studying," Ethan commented, wiggling his brows as I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up. Also! You know you can't say that crap in front of him, E."

"I know, I know," Ethan mocked a low tone, "your boyfriend hates me, but it's okay, I hate him more," he blew me a playful kiss then stood up. "I'm going home." He deadpanned.

Sighing, I shook my head. "Let's finish our notes and then you can head home, okay?"

"Fine. But I'm taking the Mcdoanlds I brought back home with me!"

"Oh, so you were kind enough to bring me McDonald's as we studied, but you're oh so kinder to eat most of my meal and also take the rest home with you. Thank you," I gave him a bow as he gave one back.